Dream

*chapter 1*

A dream is not reality, but whose to say which is which

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Yesterday I had a dream

Someone was sitting in the corner of the room.

Grunting to herself,busy writing something on the  adjacent wall.

I stepped forward , she didn't bothered.

She continued her writing.

Crimson was all I can see as she tried writing with them on the wall.

"Stop it! You are hurting yourself" I almost screamed in panic.

I froze as her eyes met mine, then I hoped it didn't.

Pair of coffee brown welcomed me.
Staring into my soul suddenly I felt revealed making me to drew back.

She paused for a second then continued her work.

Neither did she winced nor cried, just working and working.

Grey coloured frock,with a red bow on her back.

Her hairs jet black, disoriented.

Her skin was pale left with no colours.
Life as if had left her body now she is just working.

Screechings on the wall pulled me out of my observation .

Her nails were breaking.
Sinister laugh escaped her mouth and filled up the air.
As if living on the air of the room , making me feel claustraphic.

The girl was laughing maniacally, savouring the crimson fluid on her fingertips.
While relishing the wall art with full attention.

She looked at me and smiled..

I woke up panting.

The girl I saw in my dreams was Me.

Instinctly my sight travelled to see the paint brush of the wall art.

They were bleeding. Some nails were broken, skin peeled off.

Muttering lullabies while caressing my nails I made my way towards the wall to continue my art..

The End

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